Caught

I was over at my mom's house when I saw it in the corner of her sewing room. 

"Mom," I said, "is that a steamer over there in the corner?"

"Yes, it is.  You should use it on your new dining room curtains.  It'd steam out those wrinkles in no time."

I felt my face light up.  "Can I borrow it?"

She looked at me a little bit suspiciously.  "Of course..." she said, letting her voice trail off a little at the end.  She knew something was up. 

I loaded up the steamer in the back of my Soul, drove home as fast as I could, and got right to work.

A couple of hours later my mom called me.  "Is whatever you're really using my steamer for gonna ruin it?"  This asked by the woman who gave me a CrockPot in which to boil hinges and loaned me a nut picker set with which to get melted paint out of nooks and crannies.  (She took the nut picker set back when she found out what I was using it for, though.  Apparently she and my dad got it as a wedding gift almost 56 years ago.)

"Heck, no," I said, not volunteering anything else.  She was on to me, though.  I knew it.

"What are you using it for?" she asked.  Caught.

"I'm steamin' wallpaper off the front parlor walls, " I told her truthfully.

She sighed.  "Bring it back when you're done with it," she said just before she hung up.

Thanks for the idea, Karen Anne.  It works great.